[SE] sleep deprivations got me at my heels

// the kinda wrong that make you feel right //

"Gods, who knows?" Danta grins. "I'd probably get myself into all sorts of trouble." It had certainly been the case prior to Asta's arrival in his life. That's not to say that the butcher has tamed him, so much as he's now the target for the majority of that trouble, for better or for worse. Smirking to feel Asta shift and try to draw himself out of the lull of his fingers and fuss, Danta tilts his head into the hand that cups his cheek, nibbling harmlessly at the butcher's thumb.

"I consider us both very lucky," he purrs. "And it really does, doesn't it?" More than ready for the kiss that Asta aims against his lips, the Maverick hums a soft note of approval and lets his arm curl around the other man's neck. "Mm? Oho, now you're pushing the boat out," he says teasingly. "I can't think of a better way to spend our time. C'mon, then - I'll pour you some wine and you can focus on getting upright."

Wriggling beneath him to try and worm his way back up the couch - a difficult endeavour when there are still bandages between his shoulder blades, Danta eventually manages to prop himself up enough to pour Asta a glass of something dark and rich and red. "I can vouch for the taste of this," he assures him. "I was slowly working through the bottle while you were asleep."

Dantalion

// the little death that make you feel alive //